Chapter 5
I scoffed.
Anyone with a shred of common sense would be bothered by this.
Every woman couldn't stand watching her own husband shamelessly flirting with another woman right in front of her.
That was just unacceptable.
How could they not care?
There was no woman alive who wouldn't care.
I was the exception.
I didn't care anymore.
My heart had been broken so many times by disappointment; it was in pieces.
Or maybe, I didn't love him anymore.
I took a deep breath and gave him a bitter smile.
"Sorry, I got a bit out of line," I said.
"I'll send you the divorce papers soon. Don't forget to sign them."
Ryan's chest heaved, his eyes filled with anger and disbelief.
"Do you even know what you're saying?" he demanded.
I took a deep breath and nodded.
"Ryan, let's get divorced," I said.
As soon as the words left my mouth, all that suffocating weight in my chest just vanished.
The idea of divorce had crossed my mind before, but this time, I finally had the courage to say it.
Ryan locked his gaze on me, his eyes full of intensity.
After a long pause, something seemed to dawn on him, and a cold, mocking smile spread across his lips.
"Sherry, you're just a sales manager at my company. Without me, who'd ever want a loser like you?" he scoffed.
His words echoed in my mind, stinging more than I cared to admit.
His insult ripped open wounds in my heart that had barely begun to heal.
Giving him a bitter smile, I just shook my head and walked away. There was no point wasting any more words on him.
"Don't forget how you begged me to marry you. If you really want this divorce, you better not regret it."
Ryan's voice came from behind me.
He went off to spend a whole week with Betsy.
I packed up everything from the house and sent it off by courier.
Then I invited some close friends out for a meal.
When my friends heard about my plans, they all wished me luck. After all, they'd seen everything I'd had to put up with at Willard Group over the years.
After eating and drinking my fill with friends, I stumbled home, my head spinning.
Lying on the couch, my eyes landed on the wedding photo hanging on the wall.
Just then, Ryan posted a new update on his social media.
In the photo, he and Betsy were hugging and kissing, both of them beaming with happiness.
"Congrats to my girl for finally getting what she wanted!" he captioned it.
I sighed, turned off my phone, and placed the divorce papers I had prepared in advance on the dining table.
*****
The next morning, I went to the office to officially resign.
Honestly, it was just a formality.
I had zero authority left at Willard Group by that point.
The HR director saw my resignation letter and didn't even bother to ask anything. He just stamped it and moved on.
After it was all done, he even called me up, putting on a fake, sympathetic tone.
"What a shame, Sherry. We were all looking forward to celebrating your and Mr. Willard's wedding," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Hearing his snide tone, I didn't feel a thing. I just smiled and replied, "Don't worry, you'll get your wedding favors soon enough."
The moment I hung up, before I could even step outside, Ryan's call came in.
"Sherry, you need to stop this right now!" he barked.
"I've rejected your resignation. Don't go too far, or you won't get a single cent from Willard Group. Just get out!"
I scoffed coldly.
After seven years together, did he really think I was just some gold digger, someone he could buy off with cash?
"Suit yourself. I couldn't care less," I said.
Then I blocked and deleted his number.
And just like that, everything was peaceful again.
I submitted my resignation once more, and this time Ryan didn't even try to stop me. He just signed off without hesitation.
With my resignation papers in hand, I left the company for good, not even glancing back.
Right before I left, the company's VP gave me a call.
"Sherry, are you really quitting?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied.
The VP sounded really agitated.
"What about the project? You know Mr. Willard never lifts a finger. If this project tanks, it'll be a huge blow to the company!
"Can you... can you just hold off until the project goes through?"
"Sorry," I said.
I let out a sigh.
"I've already closed the deal. What you do with it and when is up to you now."
"But..." the VP started.
"The company isn't just about one person! It'll be fine without me!" I interrupted her.
The VP hesitated for a long moment, then let out a deep sigh.
"Anyway, Sherry, I've always felt lucky to work alongside you. Hope we get to work together again in the future," she said.
I didn't really react, just brushed her off with a few perfunctory words.